Oh, you naughty little girl."She was continuing to rub my penis through the satin front of the panties as I felt as if I'd explode another load of cu...m into these panties. I was as red as a beet and so flustered I could barely speak."Carol please don't do this to me. I thought you'd understand and help me." Oh, but Tiffany, I do understand and I am going to help you," she said as she pushed me backwards towards her bed.I Again ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with my tormentor. You all had read my stories and I got lot of mails from readers. Out of those few were willing to go for a wild & hard sex, but they don’t have confidence on themselves to move ahead with there feelings or even get wild on net. I fail to understand, why they write mails, if they don’t want to enjoy their feelings. Anyway , this is again a new story Plz do share true feelings on As in my views AGE , STATUS and CAST doesn’t matter in LOVE , FRIENDSHIP AND IN SEX LIFE .Well this story is about a. .. Ok the first time the 3 of us met was at some bar and grill called Fox and Hound.... hubby and I got there early and I was drunk by the time this guy got there... was freaked completely out by it all....So he got there and started drinking and we were sitting in those little round booths in the bar.. I was in the middle...was wearing a short short skirt... with nothing under... of courseI was feeling really good and so I thought.. to hell with it all.. I'm going to go for it... so I leaned. “Yes. I have limited space, or I’d add John of Chicago. He ministered to the émigré community here before returning to Russia around 1906. He was murdered by the Bolsheviks in 1917. They dragged him from the church where he was preaching and he was summarily shot. I don’t know of any icon of him, but I’d commission one if I could, because of his martyrdom.”“And you could just do that?” Clarissa asked.“Yes. I would need to find an iconographer willing to write the icon, and work with them to.